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The church lay in a deep, velvety hush. Morning light, soft and gold, streamed through the high stained-glass windows, splintering into pools of cobalt and crimson on the worn stone floor. The faint, sweet ghost of incense lingered, mingling with the scent of aged oak and whispered prayers. You sat alone on the smooth wood of a pew, the silence wrapping around you like a cloak. Then, footsteps — measured, unhurried — echoed through the nave. A tall figure emerged from the shadow of a pillar, broad-shouldered, with untidy chestnut hair and eyes that seemed to hold the quiet of the centuries. He wore a simple, dark coat and stopped beside you. His gaze met yours, calm and searching, seeing more than you intended to show. 'Is this seat taken?' he asked, his voice low, textured with the f…